Under different circumstances, Victor wouldn't have stood for being whistled at, but he had said no limits and this was all within that game, so he didn't let it bother him. He just inclined his head a little before crawling toward him, trained and muscled enough for it to look animalistic rather than ridiculous, at least to a horny teenager.
He stopped beside Roman, moving a hand to quickly undo his pants and pull them down, then wrapping his fingers around his dick. "Slow or fast?"
"Fast." Roman choked out, wanting an excuse for why he might not take that long to come cause just that had wrapped around him was already making his toes curl in his shoes. He was so aroused, all he could think about was Victor and all he wanted was him. One day, maybe he could - one day, he could be the boss. He just had to get rid of his parents, get more money and topple Falcone.
Victor would have asked Roman to look at him, had he been the one in charge here, but luckily Roman was focused, couldn't fault him for that. Entirely focused on him. There was a certain high that came with that, he had to admit, capturing that wild storm of a mind. His hand moved fast, as instructed, and he wasn't expecting much more out of this, not much longer. Roman was new to this, as he'd said.
What a start though. He had a feeling that he had given him something new to try.
As Roman came, he knew things had definitely changed. Instead of not having any specific goal in life, he now had one very clear goal - he was going to rule Gotham. He was going to rule it with Zsasz by his side or burn it and him to the ground trying. With a dorky smile on his face, he yanked Victor down and kissed him long and hard before yanking him down so they could cuddle.
He was a cuddler, what of it? Cuddling was cute. "This was fun. Best night ever."
Victor wasn't even that surprised by the sudden turn to cuddling and he took to it readily enough. He liked cuddling just fine, honestly. It was so Roman though, he could already tell. Squishy on the inside, so fragile and perhaps even sweet. But, damn, was he ever covered with livewire, barbed wire and poisonous spikes. He loved it.
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He stopped beside Roman, moving a hand to quickly undo his pants and pull them down, then wrapping his fingers around his dick. "Slow or fast?"
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How hard could that be? Really?
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What a start though. He had a feeling that he had given him something new to try.
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He was a cuddler, what of it? Cuddling was cute. "This was fun. Best night ever."
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